The Distant Metropolis
The rain had not stopped for three days, nor had the silence in the manor house, which hung heavy and wet as a shroud over the floorboards and the dust. I stood in the library, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the duty that had been placed upon my shoulders by the estate’s administration, a bureaucracy so distant it seemed less a system of men and more a...
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